“I never thought it’d turn out this way,” Emperor Qadeer sneered while stroking his beard. “Originally, this was a trap set for Forty-nine, but you stumbled in here by chance.”

“Isn’t this just perfect?” Claude smirked. “We’ve captured the Demonic Spirit, finally rid ourselves of a major threat.”

“It’s just a pity we didn’t catch the Chosen One,” Joshua sighed helplessly. “He’s even more crucial now than the Demonic Spirit.”

Listening to the trio, Beatrice and Zeux exchanged a glance, a hint of resignation flashing across their faces. They had not intervened earlier. Otherwise, the Demonic Spirit and Lady Herodias would have been utterly destroyed instead of captured alive. However, it was still somewhat distressing for them even with the current outcome. Yet, the current situation made it difficult for them to act, so they could only endure silently.

At this moment, James, who had already entered stealth mode, stood in the void not far from the Demonic Spirit and Lady Herodias,